When you show your face even the stones begin to dance with joy.
When you lift your veil the wise ones lose themselves in awe.
The reflection of your face turns the water into a golden shimmer and softens even the fire into a tender glow.
When I see your face, the Moon and the few floating stars around it lose their glory.
The Moon is far too old and dim to be compared with a mirror.
Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.
In your presence Mars, the god of war sits peacefully by the side of Venus.
~ RUMI Translated by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi Rumi: Hidden Music HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001
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